want / 4: 15 AM

I “I cannot be your friend
it is unhealthy”
this night is like
becoming our nights
“You’re a bad influence
on me!”
my tongue is dry
I don’t know how
he can bear the sound
“Can you speak english”
Two bowls, 7 cigarets
forgive me, I find it hard to breath.

II If we were in a realm
of impossibilities
they’d call us the
couple that never sleeps.
our eyes smiling at them
with purple teeth
and an upper lip
as red as delusional roses.
If we fell up a bunny hole
they’d call us the recluses
and peep through the
always drawn shades
watching us watch movies

III I think he is, a
werewolf.
or a vampire.
He is dragging me, this
creature
seducing this creature
of the light
down into the dark
I know I was born during the day
some time after
1:00
blue skies and sunny

IV “Nighty, nighty!”
this is morning
cold and individual
like all mornings
make themselves
“Night!”
I’m afraid of love
or must be
to hate everyone
who makes me feel
like I have found.